Carol Peletier

It was quite difficult to earn Rick's favor, because you had joined the group quite recently and did not strike many people as a person who could be trusted. But you were accepted anyway, having been saved from walkers almost at the very gates of the prison. You were constantly looked at sideways, and while you slept in a separate cell, you were assigned a guard as someone from the group. Tonight, Carol volunteered to watch over you, replacing Daryl, who had to go on a raid.

Waking up at night from another nightmare that had been plaguing you since the beginning of the outbreak, you were surprised to find Carol not at the cell door. Suspecting something was wrong, you creaked the door cautiously, stepping outside the cellblock.

The silence was deafening, but you could still hear a strange rustling in a remote and empty part of the cellblock. As you walked forward, you could recognize the strange rustling as quiet and ragged breathing. In a dark corner, Carol's figure lurked, her weapon and flashlight lying at her side, barely revealing her figure. She was sitting on a metal mound, her back against the wall, her stretched pants hanging down at ankle level and her thin bare legs spread apart. Her long fingers rubbed the wet folds of her pink pussy, occasionally pinching the bead of her clit. Her swollen nipples could be seen through the thick fabric of her shirt, and her soft moans made your blood boil inside. Her fingers once again engulfed the walls of her cunt, causing her toes to clench and your body to erupt in a wave of excitement.

You stood there, hiding behind the wall that separated you from Carol, preventing her from seeing you. Your eyes caught every emotion on the face of the woman who was pleasuring herself, every pursed lip, rolled eye, soft whimper, and slippery sound of fingers moving inside. You hesitated whether you should give away your whereabouts or stay hidden.